Novel & Cerita Filthy Rich Vampire Series

he asks me gently. My eyes fill with tears and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “Did he reject you?” Rich asks me incredulously. I shake my head. “No. He’s….” I look up, seeing Rich’s intent gaze on me. “He’s a vampire.” Rich’s head jerks back slightly and then he whistles low. He gets up, going to get the bottle of bourbon and pours me another glass. “Tell me what happened. How did you meet?” he asks.

I glanced inside without meaning to. Blood — not the emergency-room kind, but the gourmet kind vampires paid ridiculous money for. Private-clinic blends, labeled by source, freshness, and serving temperature, delivered from the city like humans ordered wine or artisan coffee. Some drank it chilled. Some had it warmed. Some probably claimed they could taste notes of cherry, smoke, or whatever nonsense rich vampires said to sound refined. Something stirred at the base of my throat. A pull, like hunger but sharper — and wrong. I closed the bag fast and stepped back.

Thinking about it made her even madder. “I see! That vampire, huh… well, what have you decided? Marry him or not?” Alisson sighed, “I heard that the vampire prince is cruel. He is a ruthless killer who bears an ugly face.” Akira, who had just raised her brows, was confused about what Alisson meant to say. Ruthless? Yes. But ugly? From her taste, he would pass. But of course, she would never say that. Her pride wouldn't let her. Akira detests vampires.

she said, looking up at him with that innocent smile. Dante’s jaw tightened for the briefest moment, but then he gave her the kind of calm smile only a father could wear. Meanwhile, I was shaking inside. My mind kept circling back to what I’d just discovered. A vampire. He wasn’t human. And if Dante wasn’t… then what about Rosa? Was she one too? The thought made my chest feel heavy, but I didn’t have the luxury to dwell on it. I had one goal—only one. To break my hymen. Everything else had to wait.

"Not long it was fast because I am pure blood and the pain lessened because the pills you took were painkillers but you overdose. I will make sure to lock that room again. I don't want this repeating again." I explained only realising now that we could now live for eternity. I kissed her on the lip, neck and lingered most at her mark which I had put during one of our passionate nights. It was now distinct that she is now a vampire. We engaged in drinking each other as time ticked to indicate that we were still alive by each other's side.

“So, who do you live with then? Your mum?” “No, my mum's dead too. I live with my older brother.” I added saving him the stress of having to ask. The truth seems to be working, I just have to edit the unnecessary parts, like the fact that my brother is a vampire that is about to be crowned king of the underworld.

Alicia said, looking unforgivably irritated. Filthy place? The red district was a relatively large area of land concentrated with business men and blood farms. The lower classes, unfortunate enough to be captured by their farm masters, get bred there mainly for blood and constant reproduction to prevent the human race from wiping out as many humans die daily from either stress, disease or a vampire. I stared coldly into space. Reasons to take down the trio before me and curb the ancient inhumane ways of vampires increased by the second.

-If there is any God or patron goddess of us vampires, I beg you, help me," Lucas prayed. And this was just one of the many things he hadn't been able to do for a long time, so much so that he feared he no longer knew how to pray. God's work or fate, footsteps echoed in the corridor, and suddenly the door to the laboratory opened, and at first sight a trolley with cleaning products appeared, and entered his nose. Lucas hardly believed that that cleaning woman would be his solution, so he closed his eyes and remained motionless, attentive through his hearing and nose for the woman's movements. First he heard her footsteps and the wheels of the cart moving around the room, and here and there p

She posed in front of the cameraman, her black dress revealing much of her oversized bosom. Implants, indeed. She must have gone to Dr. Slovak in Sweden. He was the only vampire plastic surgeon in existence, and for a large fee, he could help a vampire spend eternity looking young and beautiful. The reporter's implants had probably helped her nab one of the coveted jobs at AVC. The Digital Vampire Network was still fairly new and flooded each week with hundreds of hopeful vampires, each dreaming of being the next big star.

By that point, both Henry and the vampire were prepared to give what I deserve, a punishment for defying them. “What an ungrateful lower whore!” “You have no idea who you were dealing with” I knew exactly who I was dealing with. This male vampire is one of the ten richest men in the city and I have no chance against him. His men could also kill me at any time and leave no evidence for him to be imprisoned. On that night, I chose death over becoming his one-night sex slave. They tortured me and pulled my hair as if it were about to separate from my scalp; I screamed but no one could hear my soreness, my nose also bleeding after receiving Henry’s slap and so does my cheeks turned red.